Clint lets himself take a moment to press back against Eliot, letting him touch everywhere on his body. They both know where this is heading, so having a little tease like this is even better. He tilts his neck for Eliot to explore. "Just a little further. I have a fire pit and a sauna, and outdoor furniture. We're good." He stays there for another moment and then finally pulls away, leading Eliot to his door and unlocking it. He steps aside to let the other man in first and then follows after him, leaning back against the door invitingly and clicking on the lights.
"Nothin' special but it's home," Clint says. "Come on, let's go out to the patio." He leads Eliot through the apartment and motions to the door. He'll grab the beer and head out right after him.
Preferring a homespun cocktail, Eliot knows that he asked for some beer, but that was because he wanted to get his hands on this one desperately. There was something magnetic about Clint that drew the magician in. He didn't even risk revealing himself while they were down at the bar. Not only would it have been a bad idea career wise, but there was the hint of an idea that this one wasn't so overtly fond of magicians.
Sliding open the door, Eliot leans out against the rail first thing. He lets the breeze blow against him, and inhales, thanking the gods that he's not back in his old life and that he is still the man that he created out of blood, sweat, magic and tears, so many tears. He may not be at Brighton's currently, but he's in the home of a man that's got the body of a god, and one that doesn't want to shit all over magic-- literally.
Making himself comfortably, Eliot unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes as he walks back and forth, exploring. They are going to have a wonderful weekend indeed. He moves to the table and begins a set of handmotions that magic up a small pink martini that might or might not shoot off tiny little fireworks every now and then. Taking a sip, he leans back. "Perfect, now for my booty call to get out here."
It doesn't take long for Clint to grab the beer. He follows Eliot out to the patio and slides onto the chair next to him. "I see you've brought your own drink," he chuckles, setting the beer down on the ground next to them and grabbing one for himself.
"So, I believe we were in the middle of something?" he says, a sleazy grin across his face. He's more than ready to get things moving, and more than that, he came to this date prepared. "You still into it? I mean, I can wine and dine you a little first, if that's what you're itchin' for."
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Clint lets himself take a moment to press back against Eliot, letting him touch everywhere on his body. They both know where this is heading, so having a little tease like this is even better. He tilts his neck for Eliot to explore. "Just a little further. I have a fire pit and a sauna, and outdoor furniture. We're good." He stays there for another moment and then finally pulls away, leading Eliot to his door and unlocking it. He steps aside to let the other man in first and then follows after him, leaning back against the door invitingly and clicking on the lights.
"Nothin' special but it's home," Clint says. "Come on, let's go out to the patio." He leads Eliot through the apartment and motions to the door. He'll grab the beer and head out right after him.
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Sliding open the door, Eliot leans out against the rail first thing. He lets the breeze blow against him, and inhales, thanking the gods that he's not back in his old life and that he is still the man that he created out of blood, sweat, magic and tears, so many tears. He may not be at Brighton's currently, but he's in the home of a man that's got the body of a god, and one that doesn't want to shit all over magic-- literally.
Making himself comfortably, Eliot unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes as he walks back and forth, exploring. They are going to have a wonderful weekend indeed. He moves to the table and begins a set of handmotions that magic up a small pink martini that might or might not shoot off tiny little fireworks every now and then. Taking a sip, he leans back. "Perfect, now for my booty call to get out here."
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"So, I believe we were in the middle of something?" he says, a sleazy grin across his face. He's more than ready to get things moving, and more than that, he came to this date prepared. "You still into it? I mean, I can wine and dine you a little first, if that's what you're itchin' for."